She's not even paying attention to Madison.
These are the diversionary tactics attempted this morning:
- plant herself in the middle of rug between H-Mom and the TV
- put both front paws in the water bowl and bark
- run across the room from the left, dragging H-Mom's sweatpants behind
- disembowel the lamb stuffie and kill the squeaker right behind H-Mom
- bark
- run across the room from the right, swinging H-Mom's underwear in the air
- snap at H-Mom's rear-end
- bark bark bark
- try to grab H-Mom's feet
- pull the leashes off the hook by the door
- bark
H-Mom was focused. Walking away the pounds. On a mission, and not willing to relent.
Madison went into the master bedroom, posed on the clear plastic deskchair mat, staring forlornly out the balcony doors -- out to the green tops of the trees and the great outdoors -- and peed.
Peed a lot. Peed a flood.
Tomorrow, Madison gets a quick pee break before H-Mom gets into this exercising thing.
Fair is only fair.
3 comments:
Oh dear, that is not good. Poor Madison. Poor mom. When mom drops down on the floor to do ab work, Lucky and I like to lie on her stomach like the sphynx. hee hee
It enhances her workout, you know.
Roxy
The visuals of underwear swinging in the air...what a character Thank goodness the laundryroom is inaccessible to my little ones. The doxie has a thing for socks but you know, trying to pull off a sock that is ON my foot is another thing altogether.
You certainly did try to tell her, didn't you, Madison! Your poor bladder!
Love ya lots,
Maggie and Mitch
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